Donald The Duck

I met Donald when just thirteen

Big and strong looked like a truck

Happy and friendly, he never was mean

My uncle Ches named him Donald the Duck.

Big as a mountain and barrel chested

Must’ve weighed 400 pounds

With a heavy lift he was never tested

Bounced at the tavern made many rounds

Boisterous and loud, always a smile

Could make money better than most.

To help a friend he’d walk a mile.

If you were stranded he’d be your host.

Knew him and liked him all through my life.

Business after business he did better than most..

Married Marie, prettiest little wife

My friend, he passed away, now he’s a ghost.

Now that he’s gone, they should write a song

For Donald the Duck couldn’t read or write

Most would be amazed how he got along

An example in business, a true shining light.

By Luke

August 25^th 2005